Crimson Eyes
At Frank’s Corner
Men who knew dad
Drank into delirium
Blacked out
Hard-time lives
There then not always
They slurred
Stories about dad
How tough he was
How good he was
How…
Short stories for there was
Only so much to say
For a life cut short
I watched their souls
Surface between drinks
To crimson-shot eyes
For years in the hollows
Of small town despair
What You’re Taught
They teased us
The neighboring kids did
With nectarines
When we asked for some
They teased us more and said no
Grandpa saw this
And took us to town to the fruit shed where
Workers loaded the pickup with nectarines
Some for us and Pete the pig
Back at the house the kids saw us
Out of nectarines couldn’t tease us any longer
We laughed and ate some in front of them
They asked if they could have some
Grandpa looked at us to see what we’d do
So we gave them some too
Tri - Me
I wait for the phone to ring
A call they will come
Bring the new pow-wow drum
They want me to pray over
Near noon the sky is brilliant
The storm that ravaged the last two days
Travels south of the valley
In this small space made into a room
I sit back on the bed
To collect my thoughts:
I live in three worlds
Was raised in three
In a white world
But I’m not white
In a Mexican menagerie
But I’m not from Mexico
In fragmented indigenous ways
That set me in motion many years ago
To revive and keep alive
This is where I feel connected
I am Yaqui/Tarascan
In these three worlds I travel
Have traveled
That I may live
That I may continue to exist
But my spirit sings with the old ones
Seeing there before me
Two hand drums on a plastic shelf
I see what is left of a way of life
Silent for the moment
I gaze at them
Heartbeats of the people
And from deep within
Like the rush of a snowmelt current
My eyes flood
I look out the window
See a hawk on a telephone pole
The phone rings
I rise
Dry my eyes
Answer Yes
Bring the drum
Guidance
Many elders have crossed over
Their guidance is a deep loss
Some people have held sacred their teachings
Continue to walk in those ways
Teaching the young
Helping their communities
Giving back
Then there are the others
Seeking status, fame, profit
Who pervert the sacred ways
Want everything NOW
Become mystical in their thinking
Their medicine non - existent
A new generation wants to connect
With the Good Red Road the Elders walked
Who will guide them
In the way of the ancestors?
~ Monolin Manny Moreno